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Dancing Naked in the Rain
It’s an image unforgettable Of an action non-regrettable I would do it again Given the chance And the pouring rain In which to dance Adding to the taste of romance Cheek to cheek Breast to chest Thigh to thigh Public … Continue reading
Maniacal
It really isn’t viable To write a rhyme recognisable But you know me It mightn’t be doable But it’s got to be triable No, don’t laugh This really isn’t risible If only the target could be divisible Forty-one words, I’m … Continue reading
Broken
I swore on that day Never would I run away But beat me, thrash me I would stay Such a fool was I Keeping faith come what may Ever hoping Praying That his violence he’d put away But determination broken, … Continue reading
Still Hurting
A sprained wrist, braced, supported, over-exerted A twisted ankle, wrapped and splinted, torn with a slip and a rick A calf inflamed, iced to cool it, rested, warmed to relax it, don’t jump that wall again But despite the … Continue reading
Those Wingéd Things
What deterrent have you for those wingéd things That zoom down fast to attack the head Whose sharp end digs and draws my blood? Mosquitos? No, those avian beings. 29 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Avian
Seaside Rendevous
There’s a Rhapsody the whole world knows Maybe not all the words, but how the chorus goes We can’t refrain from singing along This most unlikely opera-styled song But who pays mind to the other tracks? What of the shark … Continue reading
Crying at the Discoteque
What, you’ve never heard of Alcazar? Where have you been all your life? Oh, I guess you don’t go clubbing. Go clubbing, went clubbing…ever went clubbing? And for you, the only music to come out of Sweden was Abba. Babe, … Continue reading
The Courtier
Wow! Is this guy the king or is he the king Strutting his stuff in a lazuli ruff Flashing his colours, outshining all others His strident screech with piercing reach Crest held erect In every detail this guy is correct … Continue reading
Hissing Sid and Sexy Sue
It was pure chance That Sid and Sue got up to dance Sensuously slithering across the floor Around them screams, encore, encore Such sibilance, intense pleasure Sid endured 28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Sibilance
With This Green Plastic Ring
Timmy waited outside the Girl’s Entrance, his tummy all a flutter. His hands, still damp from their unaccustomed washing, were jammed deep into his pocket. The rest of her class were out. Where was she? Ah! Here she comes, golden … Continue reading
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